IZ*ONE Oneshot [COMPLETED]

Sakura x M!Reader - Gaming gone wrong

Requested by: me!

Genre: Angst turned fluff

Plot: you couldn't handle Sakura's gaming habits so you leave her.

Heyo! If you remember the title of this, then you've been here for a while. This is actually a revised version of it. I've taken the original one down due to bad writing. I thought with the second part being better, I should give the first part some justice as well.

So...please enjoy it!.

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Y/n played with his food as he chewed the carrot slowly. The young guy stared at the clock, the ticking of the object helped him pass his boredom. On the opposite side of him remained a plate full of food untouched. Y/n sighed.

Usually, Sakura would've always been excited to come out and enjoyed a lovely meal with him. She knew that Y/n was always the cook of the house, and she didn't want to waste all of his effort on making meals every single day. Despite her intense love for gaming (Y/n also loved gaming, but not as much as she did), she adored him much more than flashy animations on a screen.

Well, that was what he thought before the advent of Fortmorning, Alex Layin', PUGB, and LEL marched towards the game stores. Now all Y/n ate his dinner with an empty chair and cold food, accompanied by the frequent angry scream from Sakura inside her room.

As Y/n was sighing, his phone rang. The screen popped up, revealing Yena.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hey Y/n! Is Sakura free right now?" Yena asked on the other side. As soon as she finished her question, Yena could hear Sakura's loud scream.

"Does that answer your question?" Y/n sighed. Yena replied with a hum.

"Yeah, I was asking if she wants to hang out with us. But it sounds like she's busy...." Y/n swore she was sulking.

"Hey, I can come in there and drag he-"

"No, no, no. It's fine. I just want to make sure she was ok. I tried to call her before but she didn't answer". Hearing that made Y/n extremely disappointed in Sakura.

"Alright, I'm sorry about Sakura..." Y/n apologized. Yena told him it was ok and ask him to take care of her before ending the call.

Y/n turned his attention towards Sakura's room. How long was it since she actually came out of her room? How long was it since she actually hung out with her friends and families? How long was it since her milky white skin actually got enough sunlight? How long was it she actually went out for a date with Y/n?

He asked himself such questions every single day. He lied to her parents that she was doing fine, despite being stuck in her room for so long. At this point, if people asked him what was his main job, he would've answered as a caretaker for a shut-in instead of being a restaurant worker.